Holy navel gazing batman!

Ladies and gentlemen, boy vs. girl, in the game called life. (via underfiend)

( My navel isn't terribly interesting, but I can't seem to stop staring at it. And telling you about it. )

I had fun and felt good, which makes for terrible writing.

So I'll say something saddish. I'm still getting better - it's funny, people ask how I'm doing and that's my honest answer - not good, but getting better. Still having lots of flashbacks - I was half way through the gym yesterday when I was planning my trip to Sibley Hospital again. It seems breakup stages work like death stages - I still see things I want to get someone who isn't there anymore, collect stories I want to tell but the person is out of my life. I'm just getting over that now.

A note to me from last night - ask questions. It's better than assuming and the answers sometimes surprise me. Last night the answers were the polar opposite of what I expected.

I'm booked all day today and this AM I had a moment of panic that I had no time to do laundry. Wow. I need to prioritize better - who needs clothes when I have something to do?